The Oxblood Lilies are telling me it’s fall now – the autumnal equinox has crossed over us with candles lit, and the scent of burning cinnamon bark. I mean to have a Mabon feast for the Witches’ Thanksgiving, but it (…)

As someone that has traveled extensively from a fairly young age, I find it a bit absurd that I have long struggled with the art of proper packing. I learned the hard way, pretty early on, that whatever I took (…)